I've got a car for a week. My parents won't need it and I always do (I am naturally lazy), so I could use theirs. It's brilliant, because now I can visit friends I haven't seen for a while. Which I did yesterday afternoon. We had a great time and she presented me with some socks. I knew she had the socks on the go for me, but had forgotten all about it.
After I had hung around for long enough to be asked to stay for dinner, I left for home again and put the little bag with the socks on the kitchen counter. As I sat down in the living room, I heard some rustling in the kitchen. Wuppie! He loves the smell of new hand-knitted socks (and everything else hand-knitted) and was dying to get in! I managed to distract him for long enough to get the socks out and put them at the back of the counter.
When I went to bed last night, the socks were still on the counter. When I woke up this morning, the socks were right beside the bed! You've got to love that cat!!